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    Default Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn (Chapter 25)

    You guys know The Noob's Tarnished Gold? Yeah, this isn't like that. :P

    Although I was inspired to write this because of TG, I can't say it's all that similar. It's not a crackfic, for example. I'm just chronicling the adventures of Steven Stone on his quest to become champion of the Hoenn region. Ever wonder who the champion was before Steven? Which Elite Four and Gym Leaders were around back then? You're reading the right story!

    Chapter 1: Steven Stone of Rustboro City
    Chapter 2: Wallace, Rival Extraordinaire!
    Chapter 3: Rustboro Gym Leader Clay
    Chapter 4: Forest A-Go-Go
    Chapter 5: A Minor Setback
    Chapter 6: To Petalburg!
    Chapter 7: The Sour Taste of Defeat
    Chapter 8: The Little Water-Type that Could
    Chapter 9: Big Trouble in Littleroot
    Chapter 10: The Prodigy
    Chapter 11: Grand Vizier Set
    Chapter 12: Prepare to Set Sail!
    Chapter 13: Route 105
    Chapter 14: The Ruin Maniac
    Chapter 15: Battle at the Ruins
    Chapter 16: Granite Gambit
    Chapter 17: Iron Aron
    Chapter 18: Silva
    Chapter 19: Rumble in Dewford
    Chapter 20: SOS SS Cactus!
    Chapter 21: Raging Gyarados
    Chapter 22: Rescue
    Chapter 23: Slateport Harbor
    Chapter 24: The Living Dead
    Chapter 25: Slateport Under Siege!

    Chapter 1: Steven Stone of Rustboro City
    The boy who laid on his back on his messy king-size bed yawned, tossing a Poké Ball into the air and catching it repeatedly. His dyed-gray hair, which was naturally brown, reflected the golden light of the extravagant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, and his steel-gray eyes gazed into space, bored. The floor of the bedroom was littered with stones from around the world: Moon Stones from the Kanto region, Sun Stones from Johto, and even a meteorite or two from around Hoenn. A small, blue, cylindrical Pokémon with a single red eye hovered curiously over to the boy.

    “Beldum?” it inquired, slowly, almost dumbly.

    The boy sighed. “Oh, nothing, Beldum. I'm just bored, as usual.”

    “Beldum! Bel-Beldum,” the Pokémon suggested.

    “But you know how dad is, Beldum. I've never been outside of Rustboro City, let alone all the way to the Petalburg Woods!” the boy replied, easily understanding his Pokémon's speech.

    The boy sighed, exasperated. He was so tired of living in luxury, having everything done for you, and not ever being able to go anywhere! He was tired of being known only as “Mr. Stone's son” or “Stone boy”. He wanted to be himself. He wanted people to know his name!

    “Beldum!” Beldum declared. Its head began to give off a silver glow, and it shot forward, ramming an imaginary enemy with an Iron Head attack.

    “I know you want to go, too, Beldum, but dad won't let me. He won't have his only son, heir to the Devon Corporation, go off on his own like that,” the boy said, closing his eyes and mocking his father. Both the boy and his Beldum fell silent.

    Suddenly, a loud gurgling growl broke the silence. The boy groaned, rubbing his stomach hungrily, and sat up, glancing over at the clock on the wall above the oak dresser. Just on time, the wooden figure of a small blue and white bird with a yellow beak and red forehead burst from behind tiny wooden doors, chirping, “Taillow!” twelve times, before retreating.

    “I guess it's time to go get lunch,” the boy said. Beldum nodded, and the two left the bedroom, coming out into a hallway decorated with rocks and stones inside rectangular glass cases, which reflected the line of golden chandeliers identical to that in the boy's room.

    A maid dressed in a black and white uniform smiled graciously at him, her dark brown hair hanging around the fronts and backs of her shoulders, as she passed him on her way to the laundry room, at the opposite end of the hall. “Good afternoon, Master Steven,” she said.

    Steven smiled back. “Hello.” He took comfort in the fact that the staff at the Stone Mansion knew his name, but it just wasn't enough to drive that feeling of being cast into a role he didn't want out of his heart.

    He strolled down the long crimson rug, one of many that ran down the center of every hallway in the house. Beldum floated just behind him, three gray metal toes working. Steven's stomach growled again, louder this time, before he came into the kitchen. Counters lined the opposing walls on either side of the entrance, with an island in the middle. The aroma of cooked sandwich meat and fresh bread tantalized Steven's taste buds. A large man with a hair net over his scraggly gray beard stood, dressed entirely in white, chopping brown meat gracefully, moving his fingers away from the sharp edge of the knife with each chop.

    “Hey, Jacques,” he said absently.

    The chef set his knife aside on the sparkling counter top, and turned, his tall white hat causing pans hanging from a rack overhead to clang together. “Bonjour, monsieur Steven!” he greeted. “Ze sandwiches, zey are almost complete!” he said, raising a fist into the air for emphasis.

    Steven chuckled. “Great! I'm hungry.”

    “Zey will be ready post-haste,” Jacques said, before returning to his work.

    Steven watched as the chef sliced the meat effortlessly into several pieces. Without looking up, he reached over and grabbed a plate full of slices of freshly-baked bread, yanking it over closer to the meat. Using the knife, Jacques elegantly flipped three or four slices of meat onto either of two slices of bread, and then the third and fourth slices of bread onto the now-complete sandwiches.

    Jacques reached into a drawer below him, and produced a brown paper bag, and flipped one sandwich inside it, before rolling up the top, grabbing the plate with the other sandwich, and turning to Steven. “Here you are,” he said. “Bon appétit!”

    Steven took the plate and sat the brown bag on it, and hungrily devoured his sandwich, too starved to savor the flavor of the meat, which had just been bought at the local market that morning. “What is this?” Steven asked, mouth still full of the final bite of meat and bread, indicating the bag.

    “Ze maid who usually takes ze sandwiches to monsieur Stone is sick today. I zought you would like some exercise and fresh air,” Jacques answered with a knowing smile.

    Steven's face lit up as he swallowed the remnants of the sandwich. “Thanks, Jacques!”

    Jacques simply smiled as Steven sat the plate on the island and rushed out the door opposite the entrance he'd just gone through, around the long table of the dining room and its ten chairs on each side, silky white tablecloth fluttering in the air conditioning, then into the spacious living room, then through the open doorway into the main foyer, with its grand staircases leading to the second floor and its many guest bedrooms, and out the front door, which he was careful to shut behind him.

    He paused, gazing out at the estate, the lengthy, complex, maze of high-growing shrubbery, the tall white fence that surrounded the property, and the long, winding gravel driveway that led from the road, around the side of the house, to the multi-car garage in the back. With Beldum following closely, Steven took off down the driveway, the gravel crunching audibly under his feet and sandwich rustling in the paper bag. He stopped next to the mail box, next to the road, breathing hard, and caught his breath, before starting off down the side of the road at full speed.

    The Devon Corporation headquarters loomed high above the rest of Rustboro City. It was built of yellow bricks, and stood five stories high. Steven sped past houses and the local market, and turned down the road that ran in front of the building.

    He slowed to a stop in front of the glass double-doors, and pushed hard. His body was forced backwards by the recoil, and he shook his head and rubbed his temples. He squinted at the lettering engraved in the golden handle, and his face turned red when he realized that it said “Pull”. He quickly entered the building, waving to the receptionist at the front desk, and took the first staircase two steps at a time. Scientists worked at bulky computers, not glancing up at him. He passed them and came to the next staircase on the opposite side of the room, and shot up those, and the next staircase after that, slowing down slightly, and the next, and the next, before finally arriving in his father's office on the fifth floor, panting.

    “Steven, my boy!? What brings you here?” President Stone said.

    “The maid that usually brings you lunch is out today,” Steven replied between breaths. He walked slowly to the large desk his father sat behind, and handed the brown paper bag to him. Mr. Stone unrolled the top of the bag and pulled the sandwich out before tossing the bag into a nearby waste basket.

    “Steven, you know how I feel about you leaving the grounds,” Mr. Stone said.

    “I know, dad, but I need the exercise. I can't be cooped up at home all day everyday!” Steven said, waving his arms at his sides.

    “Beldum!” Beldum said, reinforcing Steven's point.

    “Steven, you're only fifteen. You only have one Pokémon. What if Beldum is taken out of battle? It only knows Take Down and Iron Head. You can't just go out whenever it strikes your fancy!”

    “But, dad-”

    “But nothing!,” Mr. Stone said, red-faced. “Look at yourself, you haven't even changed out of your pajamas!”

    Steven's head jerked down and he realized his father was right. He'd been so caught up in finally getting to leave the house, he'd forgotten to even change clothes! How could Jacques not tell him?

    “Listen, dad, I know this looks bad, but nobody really even saw me! I ran all the way here!”

    “You ran here? That's even worse! What if you didn't see a car coming and it hit you? You're my only son! The only heir I have! What, am I supposed to just leave the company to a total stranger when I retire?”

    “Dad...” Steven whined.

    Mr. Stone waved his hand dismissively. “Go on, now. Go back home. I'll decide your punishment when I get home this evening. I'll have Clay walk with you there.”

    “Dad, I don't want the Gym Leader of Rustboro City escorting me home in my pajamas!” Steven protested.

    “Then you shouldn't have come in them.” Mr. Stone spun around in his chair, and munched angrily on his sandwich, tearing a large bite out of it.

    Steven let out a sad sigh. His shoulders sunk, and he looked down at the ground. He turned and began to make the long climb back down the stairs. Behind him, he heard his father dial in the Rustboro Gym's phone number on his telephone. “Clay? This is Mr. Stone...”

    The workers gave him odd looks as he passed them, and his face flushed red, embarrassed. When he pushed through the doors on the ground floor, he looked around, and didn't see the Gym Leader. He took a deep breath, and shot back off toward the mansion.

    He didn't return anybody's glances as he passed them on their ways to their favorite spots around the city to take lunch breaks. He just ran. Ran, with Beldum close behind.

    He stormed through the mansion toward his room, let Beldum through, and slammed it behind him. He dropped to his knees on the floor and clenched his fists. “I can't believe this. I'm being punished for taking my dad his lunch? The main office isn't even that far away! It's not like some over-powered Mightyena is just going to jump out of the bushes and eat me!” Steven growled in frustration.

    Then his head perked up. He didn't even realize the television was on. On its somewhat small screen, a battle was raging between Drake of the Elite Four and a challenger. The challenger's Slaking had already seriously injured Drake's most powerful Pokémon, his Salamence. Steven edged closer to the TV, entranced by what he saw.

    The Slaking picked its nose at its trainer's next command, and suffered a Dragon Claw to the face. Angered, the Slaking then leapt to its own defense upon its trainer's urging, and flung its own body at Salamence's face, knocking it out of the battle with a Giga Impact attack. The majestic dragon-type Pokémon collapsed, and disappeared in a flash of red light, returning to its Poké Ball. The challenger and Drake approached the center of the ruined battlefield and shook hands, although the angle of the camera made it impossible to see the challenger's face.

    Steven had heard rumors about a trainer who had defeated all eight Gym Leaders of the Hoenn region, and in fact, the Rustboro Gazette had gotten exclusive coverage of the battle between this challenger and Clay of the Rustboro Gym, and the battle had been plastered all over the front page for days. He regretted not paying any attention to the many articles several months ago, but it was too late.

    Either way, someone had actually done it- someone had actually managed to defeat the Hoenn region's Elite Four, and there was finally a champion. This made Hoenn the first region to have one. It would surely be a major story all across the country, not just Hoenn. He could see it now, news programs and papers and books all about how one extremely talented trainer from the Hoenn region had at last conquered an entire Pokémon League! It'd be all over from here to Sinnoh!

    Steven turned his gaze to the window, and the forest to the north of the city beyond. A flock of Taillow took flight from the sprawling trees. A few Swablu followed suit. To the east, a Zigzagoon raced agilely between trees, disappearing from sight and reappearing repeatedly. A Skitty rubbed its face with a front paw.

    He opened his window and leaned out of it, breathing in the cool, salty air blowing in from the ocean to the northwest, hearing the buzzing chirp of several Nincada as they left their underground burrows tentatively, keeping out of sight of any potential predators.

    Suddenly, feeling excitement flood his veins, Steven shouted, “I'm leaving, whether my dad likes it or not! Soon, Hoenn, you will all know who I am! I am Steven Stone of Rustboro City!”
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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Great! It's descriptive and an excellent start to a story.
    I really like your portrayal of Steven, I feel sorry for him. You've done a great overall job and I look forward to seeing more!

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by Magnus Prime View Post
    Great! It's descriptive and an excellent start to a story.
    I really like your portrayal of Steven, I feel sorry for him. You've done a great overall job and I look forward to seeing more!
    Thank you! I really hope I don't disappoint anybody with what I have in store!

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Good start man, and clever title! I like it.

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by RaccoonGoon View Post
    Good start man, and clever title! I like it.
    Thanks, man!

    By the way, guys, the title for the next chapter is "Wallace, Rival Extraordinaire!"

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    Thumbs up. Very descriptive and it is easy to understand Steven's Frustration. Good work!
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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Thanks, everybody! Here is the second chapter!

    Chapter 2: Wallace, Rival Extraordinaire!
    Steven thumbed through his wallet, counting out twenty thousand Pokédollars, before he shoved it deep into the back pocket of his denim shorts. He slipped a belt through the loops around his waist, slid six clips at regular intervals onto the belt on his right side, returned Beldum to its Poké Ball, and attached the half-red, half-white sphere to one of the clips. He pulled his gray shirt down, straightening out the shirttail, which had ruffled when he attached the Poké Ball to his belt. He counted out fifteen tiny Poké Balls, each empty and ready for immediate usage, and dropped them each into a side pocket of his khaki-colored backpack. A Town Map, showing in elaborate detail the entire Hoenn region, rolled up and fell swiftly into the opposite pocket. Ten Potions, miniscule purple cans with white tops which would restore his Pokémon's energy levels, their lids in the “lock” position, were dropped into the spacious main pocket, along with two outfits identical to the one he currently wore. He dropped to his feet and laced his running shoes tight.

    He glanced over at his bare dresser, that long oak monolith, and the paper on top, fluttering slightly in the breeze stirred up by the air conditioning. In perfect but simple handwriting, it read, “Dad- I am leaving to go on a Pokémon journey. I will probably have already beaten Clay by the time you read this, so don't bother to look for me, because I will already be halfway to Petalburg City. Hoenn finally has a champion, and I aim to take the Gym challenge and then face him. I have Beldum with me, so you don't need to worry. I'll be fine. Best Wishes, Steven.” Steven nodded. Everything sounded good to him.

    Making sure to leave as silently as a Duskull, he climbed cautiously through the open window, and then gently lowered it back to the windowsill, and it automatically locked. He stealthily trotted toward the woods, not noticing Jacques watching him through the window, smiling to himself, before turning, switching off the TV, and leaving the room.

    Satisfied that he was out of view of the mansion, he backed himself up against a tree and checked his watch. The hands read, “2:14”. It hadn't taken nearly as long for Steven to get everything together as he'd thought it would.

    “Hmm...” he said aloud, clutching his chin between his thumb and forefinger, thinking about his next move. “I know Clay uses the rock-type, so Beldum should have an advantage, but I don't know how many Pokémon he has.” He paused for a moment, before continuing. “I bet I can find an Aron in the Rustboro Cave.”

    He knew that there would probably be contractors preparing to dig through to the Verdanturf Cave, but would they be starting on construction yet? They'd need drills to dig the whole way through, anyway, big ones, too, and Steven hadn't heard of any large shipments entering the city lately. He decided that would be the best course of action, and started north, heading further away from the mansion, and then east, leaving Rustboro City and coming into Route 116.

    He could hear clearly now the chirping of the Nincada, who peeked out at him from the bushes. An Abra snored lightly high up on a tree branch. He searched around him, eyeing the tall grass all around him for any sign of the shiny bone-white armor of an Aron, which he knew probably didn't spend all day in the cave.

    Suddenly, the grass ahead of him rustled. He hunched lower, approaching carefully. He kicked a small rock with the toe of his shoe, and immediately dropped to his haunches to restrain it before it could alert whatever Pokémon was just ahead of him. He smirked, grasping the stone with his long fingers, and rose to full height, before hurling the stone into the grass ahead.

    Immediately, he regretted this decision. The grass shifted to reveal a small purple Pokémon with long, yellow-tipped ears. The Pokémon began to wail loudly, agitating other members of its species in the area into joining the cacophony.

    Steven clapped his hands over his ears and fell to his knees in agony. He felt his eardrums vibrate painfully, as if they were about to burst. He gritted his teeth, feeling his whole body tense as he tried to seal out the harsh sound, before it suddenly terminated.

    He looked up, seeing the startled Pokémon being approached by another. This one was small, with a large head and big blue eyes. It crawled forward tenderly on four stubby legs. Its entire body was encased in off-white armor, except for a few darkened holes and its dark gray underside.

    “Aron,” it offered soothingly. “Ron Aron.”

    “Whismur,” the purple Pokémon whimpered.

    “Aron ron,” the Aron replied. It gestured toward the cave, which seemed to be empty. The Whismur nodded, smiled, and ran on its stubby little legs toward the cave.

    “I've gotta capture it before it gets away,” Steven muttered to himself. He swung his backpack around in front of himself, reached into the pocket of Poké Balls, grasped one, and re-shouldered his backpack.

    Holding the golfball-sized sphere in one hand, he aimed carefully, and tossed the ball. Almost immediately, the ball was knocked away by a large plank of wood. Steven dove to recover the ball, only to find it smashed.

    “Hey, what's the big idea?” a gruff voice asked.

    Steven looked up to see the Aron rubbing against a large, sturdy man's legs. Balanced over one shoulder was a long plank of lumber, which Steven guessed had been what knocked the ball away from the Aron.

    “You can't catch Pokémon that belong to another trainer! That's illegal!” the man fumed, red-faced.

    “Oh, that Aron is yours?” Steven said weakly, disheartened.

    “Yes, as a matter of fact, it is,” the man growled, before turning away and trudging off toward a concrete foundation platform, surrounded by several other men carrying tools and more lumber.

    Maybe they're building a rest house before they begin work on the tunnel, Steven thought to himself.

    A nasal, condescending laugh rang out from behind Steven, and he spun to find a boy who looked to be a year or two younger than him. The boy wore a pure white undershirt with an unbuttoned white jacket, and denim jeans. With a manicured hand, he brushed a lock of minty blue hair out of his face.

    “I guess you're new to training?” he said, smirking.

    “Maybe. What's it to you?” Steven shot back.

    “Geez, Dex, fire a warning shot next time, why don't ya? I just figured you were new because any real trainer knows that there are no wild Aron around these parts.” The boy giggled again.

    Steven growled. “Fine, then. You want to see a real trainer? I'll show you one!” Steven detached Beldum's Poké Ball from his belt and tossed it to the ground, releasing the Pokémon in a flash of red light.

    “Suit yourself,” the boy yawned, casually tossing his own Poké Ball onto the ground. From the tiny sphere materialized an ugly brown fish with splotchy skin and tattered blue fins.

    Steven raised an eyebrow. If this guy was a true trainer, why was he using something that looked so weak?

    “I'll go first! Feebas, use Tackle!” the boy commanded.

    The pathetic Pokémon seemed to compress, and then sprung upwards at Beldum, slamming into it and bouncing back to the ground.

    “Beldum, use Iron Head!” Steven said.

    Beldum's head began to glow as it had earlier, and it shot forward and rammed the boy's Feebas, knocking it backwards several feet.

    “No, Feebas! Use Water Pulse!”

    The Feebas concentrated on Beldum for a moment, and water began to coat its body before splashing out at it. The attack failed to even reach Beldum before it collapsed, dampening the ground.

    “Beldum, Take Down!” Steven said. Beldum complied, darting forward and slamming into the Feebas, which flopped over on its side. Its eyes shut tight, and it pursed its lips together.

    “Darn,” the boy said, returning his Pokémon to its capsule.

    “Real trainer, huh?” Steven taunted. “Great job, Beldum!” he commended his Pokémon, returning it.

    “Yeah, I'm a real trainer! My mentor said so!” the boy said.

    “Well, if you're a real trainer, why are you using a Pokémon like that?”

    “My mentor gave me the task of making it beautiful!” the boy answered immediately. “My mentor is Juan, the Gym Leader of Sootopolis City! I'm Wallace, his best student!” he boasted.

    “Wallace, huh? I'm Steven-” Steven replied, almost giving away his last name. “And you say there's no Aron in this area? Great. I guess I'll have to take on Clay with just Beldum.”

    “You shouldn't have any trouble,” Wallace said. “I beat Clay myself!” Wallace reached into his pocket and produced a small stylized rectangle cast in steel. “This is the Stone Badge.”

    “How did you beat him if your Pokémon can't use its water-type move?” Steven asked.

    “I usually keep Feebas's Poké Ball filled with water, just in case. But after I got done at the Pokémon Center, my master called me on the Center's telephone, and asked me to investigate this area.”

    “Oh? What's in this area to investigate?”

    “My master said that there've been reports of suspicious men running around in capes lately. He wanted me to see if there were any men like that out here. He told me not to battle them or even let them know I've seen them, but I haven't seen a thing.”

    “That's weird. I haven't heard anything about it,” Steven said.

    “Okay, well, let me know if you do!” Wallace said. “I've got to go back to the Pokémon Center to get Feebas healed up. You should come to, to make sure your Beldum is in top form for your battle.”

    “Okay,” Steven said, shrugging his shoulders. Wallace passed him and he turned to follow the boy back into the city.

    They walked along the road, avoiding any possibility of being sighted from the mansion. Steven wasn't worried about his dad spotting him from his office, either. He was probably too busy with business deals and dreaming up the next newest Poké Ball, always trying to stay one step ahead of Devon Corporation's main competitors, Kanto's Silph Company.

    It wasn't long before the two boys entered through the automatic glass door into the warm, inviting light of the Pokémon Center. The nurse greeted them kindly, and took their Poké Balls before asking them for their identification and Trainer's Permits.

    “Trainer's Permit?” Steven asked.

    “You mean you don't have one?” the pink-haired nurse said, surprised. “It's legally required to even participate in a Pokémon battle! I'll heal your Pokémon this time, but the next time you come in, if you don't have one, I'm afraid I'll have to report you to the Rustboro Police.” She turned to the restoration machine, which generated supersonic waves that acted as a catalyst for a Pokémon's natural healing properties while inside a Poké Ball.

    “Oh,” Steven said. “Where can I get one of those?”

    “You can get one at the Trainer's School. If you're at least fifteen, you only need to take an examination and pass it to get one. The Trainer's School is just across the street,” the nurse answered without looking away from the monitor which showed the healing progress. After a few moments, the nurse deactivated the machine and retrieved the two Poké Balls and handed them to the boys.

    “Thank you, madam,” Wallace said graciously.

    “Yeah, thanks!” Steven added, impatiently.

    “You're welcome. Feel free to come back any time once you have your permit!” she said. With that, Steven spun on his heel and rushed out the door, with Wallace apologizing for his new friend's behavior and following soon after.

    Steven stopped at the edge of the road, glanced both ways, and felt himself get knocked forward by Wallace's weight. The two collapsed to the ground in a heap.

    Steven groaned as Wallace pulled himself up. “Sorry. I didn't have time to stop when you did. It's not a good idea to just go bolting off and then suddenly stop.” He reached down and pulled Steven up to his feet, and then flicked some dust from the shoulder of his white jacket.

    “Sure,” Steven muttered, making sure Beldum's Poké Ball hadn't been cracked. Seeing that it wasn't, he looked back up at Wallace. “Are you coming to the Trainer's School, too?”

    “Nah. I already have a Trainer's Permit, and I need to get back to investigating and battling to make my Feebas beautiful! There's a lake south of the city. I'll refill the Poké Ball there. I also here there's a berry garden there, so that'll be useful, too! See ya,” Wallace said, gesturing with his forefinger and middle finger to say farewell, before he turned and began strutting off toward the south.

    Steven watched Wallace walk for a while, and then darted across the street and entered the Trainer's School.

    The cool air almost immediately dried all the sweat Steven hadn't noticed he'd been producing outside. It was, after all, springtime in Hoenn.

    Students sat at individual desks arranged in rows, scouring their text books intently. A young man with brown hair immediately greeted him. “Hello, hi! Do you how do?”

    “Um...” Steven said, unsure of what this man was asking.

    “My name, Earl it is! A School of Trainers of Pokémon you have entered! On purpose or accidentally, though?”

    “Uh...”

    “Want to be a winner is you?” the man asked.

    “Yes! Yes, I want to be a winner!” Steven answered, slightly irritated with the man's odd manner.

    “A teacher here I am! Fifteen years you have, yes? Then take the test you have to do only!”

    “Okay,” Steven said. “I'm ready.”

    “Yes, yes! Follow me, you will if!” The man turned and led Steven to an empty desk. “Here you must sit to the test take!” Steven sat and watched as the man went to his own desk, larger than the rest and facing the students, reached into a drawer, and brought out a few sheets of paper and a pencil, and returned, laying the test on the desk. “If break your pencil or need sharpened, ask for new!”

    “Okay,” Steven said. The man returned to his desk and sat down to watch the students.

    Steven looked down at the paper before him and was relieved to see that it was printed in plain English. He began reading the questions, each about typing match-ups, how to properly conduct battles, and so on, and writing his answers below them. He quickly finished the test, and raised his hand, hoping another teacher would come to take it up. Unfortunately, the same teacher rose and walked excitedly to him.

    “Finished you are? Quick it was! Hope for you passed I do,” the man said, grabbing the papers and pencil and returning to his desk once more. “Here wait until finished grading I am!”

    Steven rested his head on his hand, firmly planting his elbow on the wooden desk. The minutes seemed to pass like hours, and it was taking the teacher what seemed like a particularly long time to finish grading the test. His tongue emerged from between his lips, as if he was having to concentrate hard on understanding the words. Steven wondered how long he'd been working here.

    Eventually, a tall, slender, fair-skinned man with dusty-brown hair entered the door. It was obvious he spent much of his time inside somewhere. A little girl with long black hair hopped from her desk and ran up to him, clutching his legs. He reached down and picked her up. “Daddy, I don't want to come back! It's hard!” the girl said.

    “Roxanne, how will you be a good Gym Leader if you don't know about Pokémon?” he asked. “I only got to be the Gym Leader because I know so much about Pokémon.”

    Steven stood, forcing the chair back behind him, and approached the man, who had arrived to pick up his daughter, slowly. “You're Clay?” he asked.

    “Yes.” The man smiled. “I suppose you're Steven Stone? What are you doing here?”

    Steven's face turned red. He was embarrassed that this man so easily figured out who he was. “I wanted to get my Trainer's Permit,” Steven said. “I wanted to challenge you. I guess I'll just be going home now, then.”

    The conversation was interrupted when the eccentric teacher came up and proudly displayed Steven's grade, tears welling up in his eyes. “A score perfect! You will have the Permit of Trainers! Simply I only need a signature adult's.”

    “An... adult's... signature?” Steven said. His shoulders sunk. His heart sunk. Who would sign for a spoiled ungrateful little runaway like him anyway?

    “Here, let me see that,” Clay said, setting his daughter Roxanne down. He took the paper from the teacher, and swiftly scribbled his name on it. “There you go,” he said, handing the paper back.

    “Yes! The Permit you shall have immediately!” the teacher turned and hurried to his desk. A machine hummed for a moment, and then quit. The teacher returned with a small piece of laminated paper. “For you, this is!” he said, presenting the slip to Steven.

    The paper read:

    “Name: Steven Stone
    Age: 15
    Height: 5' 8”
    Weight: 135 lbs.”

    Somehow, a picture of Steven looked out at him from next to his name, age, height, and weight. Steven guessed the teacher had taken it while he was waiting for him to finish grading and wasn't paying attention.

    “Thank you, Earl,” Clay said. The teacher nodded.

    “Welcome is you.”

    “Thank you,” Steven said, gratefully, to both Earl and Clay.

    “Steven, for me chase your dreams. The dream of mine is Johto school of my own! Teach the children little of that region will I!” He took Steven's hand and shook it vigorously.

    “Good luck,” Steven said. He was too elated with having his permit to voice his disdain for this man.

    “And to you! Steven Stone!” With that, the man returned to his desk to watch the students again, wiping his jubilant eyes with a tissue.

    Clay picked Roxanne up again and turned to leave. “Well, are you coming or not?”

    Steven looked up. “Huh? Oh, yeah!” he said.

    “Then let's go. I'll have to let my Gym Trainers know, but you can challenge us in a few minutes after we get there,” Clay explained.

    “All right!” Steven said, barely able to contain his excitement.

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    Coolio! I'm impressed by your description of his rival. Steven sure has a lot to learn about battling!
    Also, I can't wait for the gym battle!

    Made by Blue Dragon!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Lugion View Post
    You guys know The Noob's Tarnished Gold? Yeah, this isn't like that. :P

    Although I was inspired to write this because of TG, I can't say it's all that similar. It's not a crackfic, for example. I'm just chronicling the adventures of Steven Stone on his quest to become champion of the Hoenn region. Ever wonder who the champion was before Steven? Which Elite Four and Gym Leaders were around back then? You're reading the right story!
    Damn, you beat me to it, I was thinking about doing that! (And I was going to make Steven a recovering weed addict (get it, Steven Stone?)!), just to make his story semi-inspirational! (of course, he would then gain a rock fetish as an adult)) Can't wait to dig into this juicy morsel. Finally, some real fics!

    Also, I find the title joke (Stainless Steel; Tarnished Gold) quite humorous. While Steven is a decent person (ie; his conscience is unstained), Cynthia has no morals, and acts upon her worst impulses (ie; she is a tarnished soul). Yet both have the same posistion.
    Last edited by Der_Neuevenmenschen; 19th September 2010 at 07:22 PM.

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by The_Noob View Post
    Also, I find the title joke (Stainless Steel; Tarnished Gold) quite humorous. While Steven is a decent person (ie; his conscience is unstained), Cynthia has no morals, and acts upon her worst impulses (ie; she is a tarnished soul). Yet both have the same posistion.
    Thanks, man! I'm glad you caught that.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Lugion View Post
    Thanks, man! I'm glad you caught that.
    Hey, it's my job.

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    If you were going for a French accent, I believe that the "th"s were voiced, meaning they'd be spelled out as "z" and not "s".

    Here:

    “Se sandwiches, sey are almost complete!”
    Should be "Ze sandwiches, zey are almost complete!".

    But besides that, it's an awesome introduction.
    Last edited by Zekurom; 19th September 2010 at 07:52 PM.
    The word "quadragonal" is the only word with "dragon" in it where "dragon" is not a root word. That makes it awesome.

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by Zekurom View Post
    If you were going for a French accent, I believe that the "th"s were voiced, meaning they'd be spelled out as "z" and not "s".

    Here:



    Should be "Ze sandwiches, zey are almost complete!".
    Okay. Thanks for the tip. I was trying to differentiate from a German accent, but I guess you're right. I'll keep that in mind. :)

    Thanks for reading!

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by Zekurom View Post
    Should be "Ze sandwiches, zey are almost complete!".
    Also, the word sandwich needs to be mispelled more:

    "Ze sandviches, zey are almost complete!"

    If you get the reference, you are my new bestest friend in the whole entire world. Other than Cynthia, who has me gagged and tied to my computer chair, and is forcing me to type.

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    Default Re: Stainless Steel: Steven Stone's Adventures in Hoenn

    Quote Originally Posted by The_Noob View Post
    "Ze sandviches, zey are almost complete!"
    That would be more characteristic of a German accent.

    If you get the reference, you are my new bestest friend in the whole entire world. Other than Cynthia, who has me gagged and tied to my computer chair, and is forcing me to type.
    So what, now you're a Garchomp too?


    But once again, great story you have going on here. Nice pun, too, to go with The_Noob's Tarnished Gold.
    The word "quadragonal" is the only word with "dragon" in it where "dragon" is not a root word. That makes it awesome.

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